Текст песни артм - Ксения Желудова. Отнюдь не авторское преувеличение

And still it breaks through the skin dark, to the spinal cord prologovoe,
Beats in Easter kolokola.Ya etched burn abnormal
The beauty of the long-term vospominaniy.Zakusyvayu bit.

You see, I do not always byla.I not always budu.Ty idea was
Ash, and then came the Buddha.

Rushes through the veins of cold light, earnestly take serebritsya.Esli
Angelova sonnet and shift into a table - maybe get
Man - this is a funny bird ...

God is angry with a flourish in the morning - the irrepressible starik.Vsё often grumbles,
Increasingly ill, and besides, almost asleep.

If one day God will ask us to rent, maybe something will happen.
Absinthe Drinker will take and ask schёt.Ves world is built on the
Strict principles: mix in a tall glass and add ice.

Lime, of course, do not forget.

04/06/09